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Marcellus didn’t say much when he called Timaeus.

“Come by my office at six. I want to see you.”

Marc's office… after hours.
Dim. Quiet. Private. No interruptions.

Timaeus already knew what Marc wanted.

There was no need for talk once he arrived. Clothes came off, and Marc wasted no time. He caught Timaeus by the waist, drew him in, and pulled him onto his lap until the tiger was straddling Marc at the edge of the desk.

“Oh, look at you. We haven’t even started yet.”